Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 233 You are just a lack of sleep

Jiang Mo pursed his lips, feeling speechless at his narcissism, "That's what I want to tell you.

My sister cares about you so much, if you dare to treat her badly or make her cry in the future, I will definitely not let you go. "

The sparkling smoke was stuck on the top of the trash can, Jiang Mo took a step forward, looking at Feng Beiting coldly, "I told you before, if you bully Xiao Mian, I will kill you, then Not drunk nonsense, I mean it."

"If third uncle hears your words..." What about the beliefs of the Jiang family?What about the principle?
"Believe me, my dad will definitely do it before me."

Xiao Mian is their family's favorite, there is no doubt about it.

Feng Beiting smiled casually at first, then the corners of his lips gradually flattened, and he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke. He looked up at the hazy moonlight momentarily behind the smoke, and said quietly, "Jiang Mo, if the Jiang family is the only one in this world Who else would rather hurt himself than Mianmian, that person can only be me."

Hearing this, Jiang Mo couldn't help being startled.

Not only because Feng Beiting no longer pretended to call him fifth brother, but also because of his extremely serious tone and eyes.

All along, Jiang Mo targeted him not because he really hated him, but because he abducted his sister.

And Feng Beiting was too perfect, so perfect that it gave him an unreal feeling, so he was very worried that Xiao Mian would be deceived by him.

But this night, the man in front of him seemed to suddenly become real.

"You've never loved someone like this, you won't understand."

"What kind of love is this kind of love? Would you risk your life for Xiao Mian?"

"Heh..." Feng Beiting lowered his eyes and smiled, not mocking or sneering, but a very pure kind of smile, as if he heard something interesting, "Dare to die for someone, is it love?"

Jiang Mo was a little confused, "Isn't that counted?"

Feng Beiting shook his head slightly, "Maybe it counts."

But not for him.

As far as he is concerned, being able to seize a chance to survive and stand in front of Mianmian alive is his love for her.

Of course he could die for her, but for a person like him who crawled back from hell, death is actually not terrible at all, what is terrible is living without hope.

During the days when he learned that she liked Lin Sinan, hope never came to his dreams.

Stuffing out the cigarette, the bright color on the fingertips disappeared, Feng Beiting said coldly, "Mianmian wants my life, and she can take it at any time.

But no one wants me to die but her. "

"……Neuropathy!"

Jiang Mo muttered something in a low voice, but there was no trace of disgust in his eyes.

Although he didn't say it, he had to admit in his heart that he was moved by what Feng Beiting said just now.

Mom, he doesn't seem to like this man who took Xiaomian away, what should he do?
"Go back to sleep, good night." After leaving these words, Jiang Mo turned and walked back, only to see Feng Beiting standing still, "Aren't you going back?"

It will be daylight in a while.

"I'll go back when the smell of smoke clears."

"……Oh."

Jiang Mo belatedly came back to join him, Feng Beiting raised his eyebrows, "You don't have anyone to hug you to sleep, why do you care about the smell of smoke?"

Jiang Mo: "..."

He retracted what he just said, this person is still so annoying.

The two stood in the cold wind for a few more minutes before returning to the villa one after the other.

A layer of fog rose outside, obscuring Feng Beiting's back, his footsteps became weaker, and soon disappeared into the sound of the wind.

Looking at his tall and straight figure, Jiang Mo felt a little lonely inexplicably.

If he hadn't lied to him, then being able to fall in love with someone so persistently would be an amazing thing in itself...

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When Feng Beiting returned to the bedroom, Jiang Yimian was still sleeping, and had already occupied his half of the bed, including the quilt that should have been allocated to him.

He barely squeezed into the bed, and found that robbing Mian Mian of his house was more difficult than killing someone.

He was tired and sweating.

After finally turning the quilt in Jiang Yimian's arms into himself, Feng Beiting brushed the crooked hair on her forehead, and said softly, "Mianmian, I figured it out."

After blowing the air, and chatting with Jiang Mo, many problems that I hadn't figured out before were suddenly straightened out.

Since she wanted to know, he told her.

But what to tell her was up to him.

In this way, she will also prevent her from searching randomly and finding some scenes that he least wants her to recall.

"Mianmian, with me here, you don't have to be afraid of anything."

Feng Beiting bowed his head, and a gentle kiss fell on her brow.

The wind that night was as cold as ice, and what drifted was white smoke, and what lingered was silver mist.

The snow water flows away with the thoughts, and Yelu washes away the confusion.

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At seven o'clock the next morning, Feng Beiting woke up on time.

With delicate and soft jade in his arms, he didn't really want to get up immediately.

Between "hugging my daughter-in-law" and continuing to go back to sleep and "washing up and going downstairs to help my aunt cook", Fourth Young Master Feng struggled for a few seconds, and finally decided to get up.

What are you waiting for if you don't show up at this time, you must do your best to save face.

So he lightly removed Jiang Yimian's arm around his waist, who would have thought that as soon as he moved, she had a tendency to wake up.

Miss Jiang slept in a drowsy state, and felt that today's pillow was very uncomfortable and hard.

Her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, she raised her hand and beat it twice, trying to soften "it".

As everyone knows--

Feng Beiting, who was almost punched by these two "little iron fists", died on the spot.

Covering his heart and coughing twice, Feng Beiting laughed silently, thinking that this was probably the legendary "sweet crit".

Probably feeling that the hand feels wrong when punching, Jiang Yimian rubbed her eyes and gradually woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Beiting's beautiful face on the side of her pillow, and she was slightly stunned for a moment.

Feng Beiting had fantasized about this scene countless times before. At that time, he thought that Mianmian might kiss him with a smile, or she might get under the quilt shyly, but no matter what kind of performance he loved, he loved it very much.

But now finally at this moment, Jiang Yimian's performance was completely beyond his expectation.

She pinched his waist in a hurry, and sighed softly with a "tsk tsk", "They all said that I was full and thinking about it, why did I think about it before I had eaten..."

Feng Beiting blinked silently.

As expected of his family Mianmian.

At times like this, he always felt that he was not good enough for her because he was not pornographic enough.

"Hmm..." Jiang Yimian stretched her waist with her white and slender wrists high above her head, and her pajamas slipped up, revealing her slender waist.

Feng Beiting couldn't help pinching it twice, it was soft and felt great.

"Oh!" Jiang Yimian flinched suddenly, like a shrimp, "Itchy, don't pinch."

"I don't—"

As he spoke, he was about to move forward, but was held down by Jiang Yimian, turned over and rode on him.

Miss Jiang looked at him condescendingly, and after being tied up for a whole day, she slept in a mess like a lion cub.

"Pinch me again to see?" She put her hands on her hips, like a tall little princess.

"What would you do if I pinched you?"

"so I……"

As she said that, she slowly lowered her body, put her lips close to his ear, and said delicately on purpose, "If you can't get out of bed all day, I will definitely do what I say."

"Is this a punishment?"

"Of course it doesn't count in other places, but this is my home. Guess the consequences?" She smiled mischievously.

"...Mianmian, let's get up and stop making trouble."

Regardless of face or not, he still has to make a good impression on her family, right?

Staying in her bedroom last night was already out of the norm. If he didn't go down to have breakfast this morning, he was afraid that her father could not help kicking him out.

Carefully making an apologetic smile, Feng Beiting hugged her and put her back on the bed, stroking her head gently, "Go wash up, okay?"

Jiang Yimian raised her lips proudly, "You're just short of sleep."

After saying that, she stretched out her hand to him, "Hug!"

"it is good."

He was delighted with the job.

Standing side by side with Jiang Yimian in front of the sink and brushing his teeth, Feng Beiting suddenly remembered something and said to her, "Yu Si called you last night, I answered it."

"puff--"

Miss Jiang sprayed a mirror with her mouth full of foam.

"Cough, cough, cough." She held onto the edge of the sink and coughed uncontrollably, looking at Feng Beiting in shock, "...you answered? Then what did he tell you?"

"Oh, nothing special.

Just say that he has made up his mind and is going to tell you all about the past between me and you. "

"..."

What brand of candles should she buy for the prison temple?

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　　ps: Second update~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)